| This morning I looked up at the sky and I am in it
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| Just another rubble that I’ll be mad to give up breathing
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| But I’m not tired of living
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| I’m just tired of forgiving
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| Tell me a season where the tide doesn’t come in
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| We left the peace, we made goodbyes but I’m not running
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| To what I’m no good for loving
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| And I’m no good for loving
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| And I suffer for nothing
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| While there’s still time
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| To start again
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| If you’re a woman
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| Or a man
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| Start again, start again, start again
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| (Start again, start again, start again)
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| Start again, woah
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| This morning I looked down at the ground and I am in it
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| Just another bottle, that I’d be mad to give to you
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| I’m not tired of living
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| I’m just tired of forgiving
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| Tell me a season where the tide doesn’t come in
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| We left the peace, we made goodbyes but I’m not running
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| To what I’m no good for loving
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| And I’m no good for loving
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| And I suffer for nothing
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| While there’s still time
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| To start again
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| If you’re a woman
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| Or a man
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| Start again, start again, start again
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| Start again
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| While you’re still strong
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| To start again
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| If you’re a woman, if you’re a man
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| While still tired
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| Then start again
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| If you’re a woman, if you’re a man
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| It’s in your hands
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| So start again, start again, start again
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| While there’s still time
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| To start again
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| If you’re a woman, if you’re a man
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| It’s in your hands
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| So start again, start again, start again
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| Start again, yeah |